Page 109 of Lost Lyrebird

Kat.

Shit.

But then again, it makes sense.

Seeing as the woman I thought it was is where I sent her—two states away, giving her attention to another club, to another man.A man I’ve longed wished had stayed dead.

“You ready for me, baby?”Kat moans and begins to descend, placing lingering kisses on my abs as she moves down my body.

I notice the contrasts the most when she looks up to give me a sleepy smile.Smoky makeup she didn’t wash off before bed like Lily does, brown eyes not blue, and a black lace tattoo above her fake tits, where Lily is naturally blessed.Kat’s still damn beautiful, but there’s a hardness to her.She’s jaded and dark, where Lily is light and full of a soulfulness you just can’t replicate.

However, when Kat tongues my slit, and sweeps said tongue over every inch of my cock, all thoughts of Lily vacate my mind.Kat may not be the one I want, but until my girl comes back to me, she’ll do just fine.

Then I hear it, and go still.A vibration that has the hairs on my neck prickling.Popping up on my elbow, I look over.Fuck, my phone.It’s lit up and dancing on the end table.I have no fucking idea why it’s on silent and not ringing.When I spy the name on the screen, I immediately move to snatch it up.

Kat cries out in protest because I’ve all but yanked my cock from her mouth to sit up on the side of the bed.

The fact that it’s just past 8:00 a.m.and she’s calling zaps me fully awake as my mind whirls with all the ways shit could’ve gone south.

After answering, I lift the phone to my ear.“I’m here.What’s wrong?”

Silence.Fucking silence.

I throw my arm out trying to cut off the bitching going off behind me, because fuck Kat right now and her jealous-crazy-girl bullshit.My actions only escalate the situation, though, because the bitch starts fucking slapping me.I hold the phone away and shout, “Knock that the fuck off.”

“It’s her, isn’t it?”

I stand and point towards the door.“Shut the fuck up or get out!”

Then I march into the bathroom and slam the door closed behind me.

Breathing hard, I plant my hand on the door and lower my voice to a whisper.“Gypsy, talk to me.”

“Where were you?”

“I’m here.”I squeeze my eyes closed.

“You weren’t, though, and that’s the point.You said you would be, but you weren’t.”

Fuck.I punch the door.“I’m sorry.Won’t happen again.”The truth of that vow bleeds through my tone.

“What if I was in trouble?”

I’d burn the fucking world down to get to you.“My fucking phone.I think Kat fucked with it—put it on silent.”

“You said you’d have my back if I did this.”

My chest pinches with pain at her words.“And I fucking do.You know that.Look, I’ll sleep with it in my hand if I have to.”When she doesn’t immediately respond, I press my knuckles into the wood and grind them against the solid surface until pain spreads through my arm.“Goddamnit, Gypsy.I fucked her.That’s it.I didn’t realize she jacked with my phone.Don’t question shit just because I made one fuck up.”

Fucking nothing.Dead goddamn air.

“Please, talk to me.”

“I don’t think we have as much time as we thought.”

Stepping back, I grasp my neck and squeeze.“What?Why do you say that?”

She exhales a long breath.The sound of it sends fucking shivers over my skin.“Because the truce with the Thirteen Devils is over.Finn—Goose… he’s done something.There was talk of girls going missing.He’s been helping girls get away from Veno and Veno knows.Shit blew up in a big way last night.”